See how those diamonds splutter and choke — What greedy things they are for light! That pearl, whose pulse less wildly beats, Is far more restful to my sight. Soon tired of all these glittering toys, With my delight and wonder gone — I send my thoughts, like butterflies, To dream on some old spotted stone. So, when the Skylark sings no more, And I have seen the graceful Swallow; When I have heard the Blackbird too, And many a bird in field or furrow: Then to my Sparrow I return, Who scolds me well for what he misses — And thinks a common chirp at times Pays all his debts, like children's kisses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER PARIS IN SPRING by SARA TEASDALE FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK TO CHLOE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |